The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1844 |
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... by grace of God the pitiful , — A very godlike vow - to rule in right and righteous- ness , And with the law and for the land ! -so God the vower bless ! The minster was alight that day , but not with 136 CROWNED AND WEDDED.
... by grace of God the pitiful , — A very godlike vow - to rule in right and righteous- ness , And with the law and for the land ! -so God the vower bless ! The minster was alight that day , but not with 136 CROWNED AND WEDDED.
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... pitiful , " Who ne'er said , " God be praised . " Be pitiful , O God ! The tempest stretches from the steep The shadow of its coming- The beasts grow tame , and near us creep , As help were in the human- Yet , while the cloud - wheels ...
... pitiful , " Who ne'er said , " God be praised . " Be pitiful , O God ! The tempest stretches from the steep The shadow of its coming- The beasts grow tame , and near us creep , As help were in the human- Yet , while the cloud - wheels ...
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... pitiful , O God ! The battle hurtles on the plains- Earth feels new scythes upon her : We reap our brothers for the wains , And call the harvest .. honour , — Draw face to face , front line to line , One image all inherit , — Then kill ...
... pitiful , O God ! The battle hurtles on the plains- Earth feels new scythes upon her : We reap our brothers for the wains , And call the harvest .. honour , — Draw face to face , front line to line , One image all inherit , — Then kill ...
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... pitiful , O God ! The plague of gold strikes far and near , — And deep and strong it enters : This purple chimar which we wear , Makes madder than the centaur's . Our thoughts grow blank , our words grow strange ; We cheer the pale gold ...
... pitiful , O God ! The plague of gold strikes far and near , — And deep and strong it enters : This purple chimar which we wear , Makes madder than the centaur's . Our thoughts grow blank , our words grow strange ; We cheer the pale gold ...
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... pitiful , O God ! We sit together , with the skies , The stedfast skies , above us : We look into each other's eyes , — " And how long will you love us ? " - The eyes grow dim with prophecy , The voices , low and breathless- " Till ...
... pitiful , O God ! We sit together , with the skies , The stedfast skies , above us : We look into each other's eyes , — " And how long will you love us ? " - The eyes grow dim with prophecy , The voices , low and breathless- " Till ...
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Page 129 - And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For all day we drag our burden tiring Through the coal-dark, underground; Or all day we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
Page 253 - And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble, With an eye that takes the breath. And the lute he plays upon Shall strike ladies into trouble, As his sword strikes men to death.
Page 253 - She has thrown her bonnet by, And her feet she has been dipping In the shallow water's flow : Now she holds them nakedly In her hands, all sleek and dripping, While she rocketh to and fro. Little Ellie sits alone, And the smile she softly useth Fills the silence like a speech, While she thinks what shall be done, And the sweetest pleasure chooseth For her future, within reach.
Page 130 - Ay, be silent ! Let them hear each other breathing For a moment, mouth to mouth — Let them touch each other's hands, in a fresh wreathing Of their tender human youth ! Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions or reveals — Let them prove their...
Page 252 - Mid the beeches of a meadow By a stream-side on the grass, And the trees are showering down Doubles of their leaves in shadow On her shining hair and face. She has thrown her bonnet by, And her feet she has been dipping In the shallow water's flow : Now she holds them nakedly In her hands, all sleek and dripping, While she rocketh to and fro. Little Ellie sits alone, And the smile she softly uses Fills the silence like a speech While she thinks what shall be done.
Page 133 - how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world, on a child's heart? Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation. And tread onward to your throne amid the mart !
Page 131 - ... stirred? When we sob aloud, the human creatures near us Pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word. And we hear not (for the wheels in their resounding) Strangers speaking at the door; Is it likely God, with angels singing round him, Hears our weeping any more ? "Two words, indeed, of praying we remember. And at midnight's hour of harm, 'Our Father,' looking upward in the chamber, We say softly for a charm. We know no other words except 'Our Father...
Page 132 - And well may the children weep before you! They are weary ere they run: They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun. They know the grief of man without...
Page 130 - Now, tell the poor young children, O my brothers, To look up to Him and pray — So the blessed One, who blesseth all the others, Will bless them another day. They answer, " Who is God that He should hear us...
Page 269 - And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair ! And they heard the words it said — PAN is DEAD — GREAT PAN is DEAD — PAN, PAN is DEAD.